A single red rose stands alone.
It's the color of winter in a
colorless garden.
She screams her silence,
a feeling of helplessness.

She is beautiful.

You say I am beautiful, but I know I don't
compare.

We marinate in the smell of a rain
that has not yet come,
And snow has finally begun to fall
to cover up the damage this eternal
year has done.

I am commenting on the weather
but, from the corner of my eye
am falling in love with you.

You smile at me, and the sincerity
of it all courses through my
veins like a powerful drug;

And we've been here for hours...
Or has it been days?
One-by-one
the stars call your name;

And one-by-one
they are silenced ~

By the sound of your lips
against mine,

ALWAYS,

FOREVER.